Winter's pursuit of female muscle triggers unprecedented growth. But she's caught in the crosshairs of a major tech acquisition with perplexing, mysterious and increasingly dangerous complications. Can an impossibly beautiful woman devote herself...
They both peered transfixed into the temperature controlled container. Nestled between tight black foam, two translucent egg looking objects were evidenced under a thin piece of paper. Winter recognized Philip's handwriting.
||P-R-O-T-O-T-Y-P-E ||
Passive microscopic replicating Ai nanobots. Activation requires software calibration. Password Configuration Required. Unique & Non-Redundant. Items 1 of 2 & 2 of 2.
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It was 3am when Winter pulled into her apartment's parking garage. She had no memory of the drive home from Phil's mansion. It was all a blur of frantic self-doubt and confusion. What did I just do? Did he recognize me? What now?
Parking the car in a shadowed spot beyond the bright fluorescent garage lighting, Winter glanced at the passenger seat. The two stuffed pillowcases had jutting spikes in every random direction representing the oddly shaped objects they contained. In a rush, Winter had simply swept everything into the sacks indiscriminately. Under what felt like an hypnotic state, she had not had the time or awareness to consider what the sacks actually contained.
She sat silently for a moment. The car softly clicked away its' heat as the cold garage overwhelmed the shut-off engine. It felt like a coffin ensnaring her in suffocating silence. The guilt. It overwhelmed her exhaustion. Really, though, she had only burglarized herself. It was an argument she had been playing with all drive home. But it was proving an ineffective one.
As the cold of the underground parking structure slowly seeped into the car, Winter found herself slipping further into dread. The self-apathy was rolling and swelling in waves. She hadn't hurt anyone. But why did she feel so dirty. A horrific thought crossed her mind, had she just raped two people? Was that what that was? She shuddered. Again, she glanced over at the enormous bags piled on the passenger seat. No... no. Winter was just righting a horrible wrong. Phil and his girlfriend had literally egged her on, desperately wanting her to keep up the antics. It wasn't just consensual, in the moment, they had literally pleaded and begged Winter to continue.
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She opened the door and stepped out into the darkness. The damp cold stung her skin. She looked down realizing she still was wearing only a useless nightgown. It barely covered half her body. As she glanced down in surprise, she could see vines of thigh muscle pushing the soft fabric of the nightgown to the side of her body. Her heart raced, latticed abs heaved and hardened, creating deep chasms as she stared down her body at her nakedness. My phone! Winter panicked and patted the pocket. Thank god. It still hung loosely in the fabric.
Winter could picture the elevator cameras beeping and recording as she looked towards the elevator doors. Some random security guard would see everything. Winter had no interest in raising suspicion with an early morning, nearly nude, ride up to her floor. And worse, what if someone got in the elevator with her? She imagined a random disheveled creepy 60-year-old getting on from the lobby above. Smirking disgusting greedy eyes, ogling her half naked body lugging painfully heavy pillowcases as the elevator slowly dinged up the high-rise floors. Her two arms straining under the weight. Muscular exertion and throbbing tension spreading across her entire frame from her forearms. Quivering pectorals steadily vibrating her massive breasts as the cold air excited nipples. Her core would be devastatingly flexed. Tapering beyond her belly button as cascading obliques and musculature urged and pointed eyes to traverse towards the vulnerability between rippling thighs and quads. Ugh. She cringed at the idea of being stared down involuntarily, the thought of a random man's objectification almost made her nauseous. Not just that, but she could kiss any alibi goodbye. She glanced at her backseat, then tried to remember the contents of her trunk. Like most things in her life, they were both spotlessly clean, no clutter, nothing out-of-place. She groaned, nothing to cover herself up with.
